Bridget #trolls Novels & Stories

She's making me hard unknowingly so I had to leave the dinning. Ryan is right, I really want her. Heather (Lauren's mom). "I can't believe you are this cruel, I made a great mistake agreeing to marry you, you brought me nothing but pain " I shout at Ryder. "I don't care, you are never grateful for what I did for you, I saved your ass from being homeless after my stupid brother died "he says. Or after you killed him, for your own selfish reasons " "Give me the fucking money Heather " he growls.

I groaned “ Sorry boss, they were arguing how much it would hurt if I fell off the roof.” Noah whines “ I don’t care what you three was arguing about, we need to go!” I commanded They all race to the car. Bless the goddess these boys don’t act like this when we get there. Briella POV Laying down on the ground training has killed me. Literally I can’t feel any of my body parts. “ oh this sucks!” Savannah groans

I growled, and the workers gasped, shifting around the fish-eyed girl until they had given her a wide berth. “I-it wasn't me s-sir! I swear on my dead m-mama grave.” Crystal cried and I nodded slowly, nobody swore on their moms if it wasn't true, not here in the mountains where phantoms could pick your woman apart if your swear tilted a little to the wrong side. I'd known all along that Crystal hadn't killed Amelia. It wasn't her freckled face and boxy teeth I'd been looking at, no. I'd been looking at their reactions, the doe-eyed faces watching me falsely accuse her,

I toss back. “Oh, I am so glad the three stooges are down to two, I can't do this,” Kesly presses END on my phone. Bridget starts to stir. “Hey, sissy,” I say as her eyes flutter open. Bridget puts her hand to her head. “My head hurts.” “I know sweetie, you have been through an ordeal,” Mom tells her. “Annabelle! I can hear Annabelle!” Bridget zones out and listens to Annabelle. As she does, Bridget’s face changes, until I see a tear fall down her face.

Jordan Davis. “Kyra…”

Bridget asked, trying to make conversation to fill the eternity until we could be safely in private. I looked idly down at my watch for the time I'd recorded. "Holy shit!" I exclaimed, shoving the watch out toward Bridget proudly. "Holy shit," she agreed. Then she swore in mock anger. "What?" I asked. "Now if I want you to finally win a fucking race, I'm going to have to offer to show you my tits again." I looked at her. She looked at me. "I'm gonna win a race," I sang. "I'm gonna win a raaaace!"

"Oh, hello there, Bridgette. It's nice seeing you here." "You too! How brave of you to still go here after all the rumors that are spreading all over the internet. You really have such courage, huh?" I laughed sarcastically. "Of course, I do. How about you? Why did you go here? Do you have a trophy to get?" "Oh, Winter! Of course, I have so many trophies to get later!" "Really? I just hope those are real trophies and not just those in your dreams." She obviously got so mad about what I just said, but she just pretended not to be affected by it. "You really are a rude person, Winter. No doubt people weren't surprised seeing all of those scandals. Because in real life, you are a walking devil.

She pressed some buttons on her laptop before turning it to me. My heart shattered into a million pieces. Darkness blurred my sight for some seconds. No, I didn’t faint, but I thought my soul had left my body. “Breathe, Trevvy,” Bridget cooed. I forced breaths through my nostrils as I moved from picture to picture, then to video. “Since when?” I asked. My eyes did not leave the screen. “I began watching her last month, and she was already into it. I don’t know when she started or…” Bridget trailed off.

This must have been one of their practical jokes. Hardy ha ha, girls, I'm not falling for it. "Cryss." Chris hissed gesturing to the stage. I looked up there and Bridget didn't look pleased at all. What were the chances that Beta Bridget was in on this joke too? I mean Courtney was her little sister and Bridget probably hated me enough to go along with it. I shook my head. No. This wasn't real. It couldn't be. "Crystal Swan." Bridget repeated impatiently. "We don't have all day."

Bridget quickly diverted his attention by asking, "Did I take too long?" "No," Taylor replied. Bridget sat down close to Taylor, playfully nudging her shoulders against his. "Where's the whot?" she asked, looking towards him. "Look over there," he pointed, and Bridget got up, her buttocks swaying enticingly as she walked towards where he kept the whot. Taylor watched her intently. Initially, he hadn't paid much attention to her. Bridget picked up the whot and returned, sitting even closer to Taylor. Suddenly, her phone rang, and it was in her bag. She stood up and walked to another chair, opening her bag. Surprisingly, it was Larisa herself who was calling. Bridget didn't want to answer the